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Welcome to the extension of the plain-vanilla life I live, my name is Alyssa, and maybe that's the least of your cares anymore. Not the "it girl" material, no, definitely not. Awesome at fifteen, and hella scared of the big big world out there. This is my attention span, the dumping site of my brain's excrements, and what you see is what you get.
One day, he’s gonna text you. That day, you’ll realize that he means nothing to you anymore. He’s just another guy, just another guy you wasted your time on, tried to look good for, and tried to impress. He’s just another bad memory. You’re gonna remember how much you love and miss him, and at the same time, how much you hate him. Instead of getting all excited about this one message, that can mean the world to you, but nothing to him, just click delete and move on with your life. He’s not worth it.
If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.
this right now
I still love you, I still care about you. So who cares if we are over? Maybe you don’t feel the same way anymore, but I care and I always will. I will still check on you from time to time to have an idea of how you are doing. I will always look after your well-being, I will always love you, even if it has to be done from a distance or without your knowledge. I think I still deserve the right to worry and to care and to love. It may sound martyr, but I have choices, and I know that this is what I want…even if it hurts most of the time. And besides, it’s not like I can stop myself. I just can’t help it. Feelings change over time, they say. Well, I guess my own didn’t change. Who knows when will I snap out of this? I don’t. I just know that I still have feelings for you, and I guess it won’t be gone anytime soon.
I hate the fact that you ignore me. I bounce up when my phone vibrates thinking that maybe, just maybe it could be you. But guess what, it never is. It just sucks cause I always thought you would also miss me. But I’m just talking to myself again, like always, about someone that I wish would feel the same way as I do.
that you’re just like the other pathetic guys I knew. I could’ve suppressed my feelings and prevented myself from falling in love. I was blinded by your words. I was dumb to believe in your lies. You always make me feel that I am never good enough. Not for you, not for anyone else. I know I should be happy for you now, that I should just let it all go. It’s almost been a year but I still get jealous when you’re talking to some girls. Why am I hurt? I’m not supposed to feel this way anymore. I thought I’ve already moved on. I just want to forget everything about you. I hate you. I hate you for not being a man, for turning your back on me and for giving me false hopes.